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A Guide to Flagging and Traffic Control Near the End of Construction Season
For Angela Voras- Hills
As work inches along the highway you’ll
be standing next to a field the breeze a song only
you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember
life’s a song your life a collage of all the
experiences your heart holds such joy
to behold as the season passes as the
passing sun bleeds into the sky as the days
slip from your hands but that’s the way it goes
as your hold your sign as moments go by
and a voice in your head says it is so
now an open road as a car rushes by fast.
You’ll only remember the joy the days go by so fast.
a line from a poem by Angela Voras-Hills.
Copyright ©
Mike Bayles
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